I am processing the results of the recent election.
I got nearly 2,000 votes, which I think is great.
On a cost basis (dollars spent to votes received) I lead the pack by a wide margin, a factor of five.
I texted by colleague the newly seated council member Tom Dubois that I lead him all-time in votes, 10k to 9k or so.
I’ve said “compared to 5,000 or so sheep my supporters are more like jaguars who hunt in packs”. Not sure if jaguars hunt in packs or are like “lone wolfs” but you get the picture.
I think the Weekly does a huge disservice, more like Pravda or TASS than The New York Times. (Or the Times Tribune, for that matter, who trained me, 1984).
The PASZ is a crock. If you define the issues in such an arcane matter and push thru the tailored cure, you might be surprised at what you actually are left with.
The PASZ my experience (and dinner from Chenai Kings with Sea Reddy and Gerhard Holz last night reiterated this, he concurs) is more Trotskyite than Jefferesonian. What kind of movement ostracizes rather than cultivates a succession of co-leaders? I was disinvited to a pre-campaign event at Janet Davoe’s house in July, at 433 Kingsley when they learned that I was planning to pull papers and not merely be a good former-BAA sheep. Sea Reddy had an even worse experience, he says, and was expelled from an event.
(Coinky-dinky, but I am marveling not complaining, I was 86-d from the sidewalk outside Birch Street café Monday night, me on my way to parked gear nearby fresh from one drink and some fries watching Colts-Giants at The Counter, squinting to notice Mike McFaul an old acquaintance — and Condi’s purported protégée — in the window; secret service or just a strange bald man listening to a weird in-ear radio asked me to move along; I thought better of hitting the remote to pop open my trunk and pulling out a Mark Weiss For Council yardsign. Terry Shuchat and I the next day queried the staff and were told that “un general, el jefe” was there — Colin Powell? Or just Condi? Mike had no security as far as I could tell at either World Affairs Council or Amanda Renteria, and certainly not at The Greek Theatre back in 1982; this is eve of election, for me).
Read Steinbeck “In Dubious Battle” and re-read “Grapes of Wrath” from 1936 and 1939
edita:
to PAW- part 2
I think Doria should be on PATC, she has gotten several votes in her previous applications, and besides her Trostskyite participation in Self-Serving Politburo in Sensational Self-Service or what-not has an impeccable though mostly behind the scenes record here in public service.
She worked on the Schmid campaign in 2012, for instance.
Also, I was endorsed by Nancy Packer and not merely because I praised her son George Packer’s book and indeed ordered 11 copies of “The Unwinding” from Books Inc, at 10 percent discount or remaindered, and gifted or lent out 10 copies to random or more-deserving people; I also lent my copy of Bryan Stevenson “Mercy” to a man I met last night in parking lot of Mitchell Center Park, Sean-dick Dharap, I have him as, a Gunn 2006 waterpolo and 3L at USF I mean to instruct, if I hear from him again, to drop the book to Jeff Adachi and Matt Gonzalez office. Also, good to hear voice of Quentin Kopp, traveling so missed my campaign but gave me pep talk in 2009. Brian Stretch and Griffin Bonini of Our Constitution likewise sent vibes but could not endorse. Same with Ben Clements and Jeff Clements. I got an endorsement of John Elman about two hours after close of pplls, in front of i.e. leaving 433 Kingsley, which spells like turtles.
Any real change would have to include independent fourth estate.
Avenidas is working on a $12 million capital campaign to expand programming for seniors at its 450 Bryant historic location.
I suggested, during oral communications of an unusual off-site and progressive public hearing and study session that a much simpler way to add 33 percent usable space for programming would be to open the center on Saturdays and Sundays. I said the same thing in 2010 at Council retreat at Birdland.
Upstairs there is a Palo Alto Hall of Fame worth checking out. My mom and I took a class on historic figures there in 2011 (William Penn and more, I have notes, and drawings I will try to swede in).
Julie Roche, a Paly grad who helped fund-raise a similar project in Mountain View leads the charge.
Panel Discussion
Reflections on Robert Frank in America
Thursday, November 13, 5:30 pm, Cantor auditorium, free
Distinguished scholars discuss Robert Frank in America: Alexander Nemerov, Stanford’s Carl and Marilynn Thoma Provostial Professor in the Arts and Humanities; Elizabeth Bennett, Stanford’s Andrew W. Mellon Postdoctoral Fellow in the Humanities; and Elizabeth Kessler, Stanford Lecturer in Art & Art History.
I had to read this a couple times to verify that Elizabeth Hutchinson of Columbia, who got a masters at Stanford and is expert on photography, is not on this panel, but two other Elizabeths are.
Hutchinson and I went, as pals only to Cirque de Soleil in 1989 or so. She did a carving in a linoleum block for me, of 5751 the Jewish New year reclaiming the swastika, we could have done the same design this year 5775.
Self-Serving Palo Altans for Sensational Self-service rejoices Tuesday at the big news
Mark Schauer is a guy I met on the campaign trail here in Palo Alto, on Santa Rita Street to be precise, so I was excited to punch his name into the search-injun to learn that he got 47 points in Michigan goober race which is a lot better than the incumbent Rick Snyder who got 53 points and was sentenced to four more years hard labor.
Good job, Mark. See you down the road. May the wind me at your back and all that. Reminds that my parents had this weird exercise machine from Battle Creek — Schauer home town — where you just stand there and this belt goes around your love handles and wiggles away unsightly or unfashionable bulges. Somewhere in there is a political metaphor.
I had booked a $600 flight to Detroit from San Jo on Southwest to experience more first-hand-like and less-search-injun like the Mark Schauer Experience but got cold feet. Meanwhile back here in Palo Alto (hometown of Plastic Alto the blog, and other things) Mark Weiss the guy sitting at my keyboard this very minute and stroke, got about 2,000 votes in City Council race, although they are still counting.
“Compared to the five thousand sheep-type voters that some of them got, my backers are more like jaguars that hunt in packs,” Weiss said, or wrote or thinks.
I am predicting it will take three weeks to sort Lydia Kou and Cory Wolbach for fifth seat, next to Holman, Scharff, Dubois and Filseth, know them all.
Mark is not a loser
Gennady Sheyner of the Weekest quoted Tom Dubois saying something about cost per voter his campaign efficiency and a texted Tom a claim that my campaign if it yields 2,000 votes with less than $1,000 spent, to his 6,000 votes but $20,000 spent is probably fivefold more efficient. I win, again, on cost basis. I asked Tom to crunch the numbers more officially, for yucks. (By the way, I asked three candidates early on to back me in a $10K cap but no way).
I saw Gen yesterday and said, that as he reported in 2009, I am the most popular Palo Alto candidate on a cost basis. By far.
Also, I am satisfied with having written 140 articles on policy since pulling papers in mid-July, starting with one called “Shame on local leadership for inaction on Buena Vista”, actually written before pulling, but I had an appointment with clerk.
I went to the campaign after-party and boob-tubing event at 433 Kingsley (former home to PAUSD stalwart Agnes Robinson and before that Gertrude Stein’s brother, and the Matisse collection) but left quickly because it smelled funny, like turtle.
I got John Elman’s endorsement on the way out, better late than never. (I’ve known John and his son Brad, since 1977). I got a big laugh recreating John’s speech to council regarding Maybell: not a great place for seniors, all you can do is get a lube job or check into a motel.
I say: I hope I can earn YOUR vote and or endorsement for 2016.
Don’t think twice, vote for weiss.
Don’t splice or dice, just vote for weiss.
Roll ’em twice, it still comes up weiss.
OK, OK, you’ve suffered enough this morning, dude.
If you don’t win today it’s probably because you waited too long to pull out this jingle.
Best of luck at the polls…
Subcommandante Juan
(persoal correspondence from candidate John Fredrich, a but not my former Gunn civics teacher, to candidater Mark Weiss, 12 hours before close of polls).
Saw this dude in town and met his Baldhead security 2nite
I was in not University commercial part of Palo Alto not campaigning 25 hours or so before polls open and close like a Venus fly trap and walking off the beer and football I notivrdt a familiar face some kind of party a lockout at a clasier joint than the one I was scraping off my shoes The President of Mexico. The bald or shaved security guy said if he was not so busy we could play at sobriety test prep wasn’t sure he wasn’t hitting on me. I almost wanted to pull out from my trunk of Chedder parked 40 feet away my spiffy and Terry built MARK WEISS FOR PALO ALTO sign but thankful after picturing tragic misunderstanding did not merely pulled out so to speak no premature protocol reach around try.
This was a really classy shindig they had from M-A Stevie Nicks but people like me were forced to not see not gawk but stare at the new glassy walk like in ancient Hawaii or Mark Twain version of such. I thought I saw my favorite diplomat there but merely hitched my dress like Suzanne Vega don’t think he sees me I don’t think so and security o can foretell does not have time or stomach for moldy war story but owner or chef comes out and offers him a French sized morsel and I tempt fate by he would be spoken two not Danes mention a Swedish farm girl I used to know. Did I say beer gin joint or potato juice?
Rhianon or Merv morris or his sister looking like my diebencorn
He says or she says lady there is nothing to see here.
And I lady you don’t need to see is actual lyric feel like the under class or undesirable more than future mayor. Weird huh.
Todd Kjos, thanks for endorsement. Susan Charles. Terry Shuchat saysvhi and bye but I will take it as good sign.
I worked for Jerry Brown For President so even sighting I mean I think I can discern TV from real unlike Chancy The Gardener as played by Peter Sellers and Jerzy Kozinski is good. Makes me go yes on 1 & 2.
Not Garcia eating not smoking it we’d say
Mazel tov to lovely spy lady and her mini her never met but we are distantly related or share the One Soul.
Our neighbor Art
Aram James and Carol Garston at a low security no celebrity Weiss not Go over or State Department event. Shout to not Judy Smith Melicia Charles on it for Uncle Sam port of call I will protect HER privacy not mentioning exact locale not land of Isle of splendour
edit to add, 8 days later: I fell asleep in front of tv, woke up to see Charlie Rose, Jon Stewart, Mazier Bahari and Gael something, talking about Iran, “Rosewater” aka “Then They Came For Me” and I think the man above is not only not Michael McFaul or President Nieto of Mexico, but who he actually is not is an Iranian journalist inprisoned for 118 days in Iran accused of being a spy. Or if Gael is not the guy above, there are 2 pretty cool Mexicans sneaking around.
Gael García Bernal (Spanish pronunciation: [ɡaˈel ɣaɾˈsi.a βeɾˈnal]; born November 30, 1978) is a Mexican film actor, director, and producer. He founded Canana Films in Mexico City.
Ok, the real Gael Garcia Bernal sings with Devandra Barnhart but in the film about Iran prison there is cameo by Leonard Cohen.
Gael the rael
Indeed typing “peacock” and “late night tv” yields the facts that Gael Garcia Bernal appeared November 3 on Jimmy Fallon on NBC but also yields false positive of Katy Perry “Peacock” on Letterman.
The thing with McFaul and me being 86’d from the sidewalk in front of a restaurant on Birch Street on eve of election, when I am on the ballot here, — check that, read it “McFaul comma and me” — is probably just Condi with security detail and not actually Colin Powell let alone Vladimir Putin my first thought, hope or memory.
Flash to my ex-girlfriend D claiming she met Rice in DC and had the same hair stylist and Rice saying quote “call me Connie” sic. There, now I’ve written about D_. How Does it Feel?
Enrique Peña Nieto (Spanish pronunciation: [enˈrike ˈpeɲa ˈnjeto] ( listen); born 20 July 1966) is a Mexican politician and the current President of Mexico. And since 2010 married to Angelica Rivera, a soap opera star, which is what saves this from being merely idiotic. Not his marriage I mean but her star-power.
This has 45 reviews on major web portal compared to 3 for the compilation I bought and mentioned above, with Namath and Red Smith and Dwight Clark the catch on cover, but 500 for Nate Jackson:
Steve Almond who lives in Boston has three kids, two brothers and was two years behind me at Gunn and the editor mantle of the Oracle apparently it appears does not like Football and is eloquent or elegant enough to stretch that thought or run under it like Cliff Branch from Snake Stabler in 1975 or like me running under a Billy Parker toss that glorious six seconds to last if not a lifetime then forty years — FORTY YEARS I SAY — my inner foghorn leghorn likewise rising out of its four-pint stance — for 177 pages and twenty three doll hairs from or for Melville House and Amy Sedaris too.
I spy the words “3.7 GPA” which is not referencing Ken Williards average yards per carry for the 4.9 in 1970.
I hope but am not counting on calling Jim Harbaugh a dick.
He was also known as “Scoop” his twin just Mike and also Dave or David big brother we also called, in a tip to Mel Brooks, in Mr. Murray’s Spanish class, Brad Elman and me, Professor Little All Man. Earlier he wrote about rock music. Maybe he is glossed herein and above, in previous 500,000 memes and moans.
Some joke about a woman before the baby-mom and a pun on statistics and sat-dick-sticks and “regression to mean”. Ok, but not very Nitsky or Nagurski. P. 98 “biggest fucking pussy…change your tampon you woman” this is not good for me, Steve, was it good for you?
And 1: pp 148 to 150 sustained thought about Pat Tillman that is promising, I hope to actually read it soon enough. I did not know Don Delillo had a book on football called End Zone listed in thanks.
Maybe stick to candy, kiddo. I am not baiting him. Ok, I will cut to the chase, the big opening number:
okay, references Harvard and Yale in the 1860s and banning of early versions of game which I have to admit does appeal to my inner snob of the six-figure private education club. Swede Oberlander call your ghost Dave Casper agent. I think David Almond started at Harvard and switched to Stanford. And Yes Ryan Fitzpatrick is making more of a dent in NFL than John Paye of Stanford did or does if you excuse the mixed metaphor. You would think a guy working at B.U. or what not would piss on Harvard, will have to skim for that. Nowinski, should be here. I think I traded briefly with Steve a minute ago. Jonathan Martin p. 115. Ok.
I have to admit that when I heard about Kwame the Stanford lineman who could play piano and was I think part West Indian (you can go West-East but not North-south, if you are jumping somehow from Bruce Hampton to hear as I am) there was a broadcast news bit I wanted to reach out and maybe Earthwise manage him, that being before he started beating up his partner, or you would think. Does Stanford have some kind of pipeline so to speak on gay black linemen?
Anyhow good luck, Steve Almond. I owe you a better two minutes, so to speak. I am not at bookstore, I am at Peets, across from a bookstore I knew or know but not in biblical or Wesleyan rapper sense even das butt.
cue GF: and this stretches out, see above, to 4 minutes which proves once again that Gary is twice the man I’ll ever be:
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two minutes later I realize partly due to this that I might as well and am more likely to by 5:30 tonight be sitting in the Old Pro of Palo Alto the former Ramona’s on Ramona and not the quonsut hut on Pepper watching Colts and Giants for no reason, with a Guinness and maybe if not a burger a chicken sandwich than going to Oakland Arena to watch Black Keys and Jake Bugg and certainly not sitting in the “promoters hold” or spooning spit out of Ralph Carney’s saxophone. Thank you, Donna Grider but you are on your own.
edit to add, weeks later:
One on one with John Paye, 1978 and 2014
I have an appointment to meet up with John Paye and his place of work, his gym in San Carlos, California tomorrow morning. Later that day, he leads the Menlo Prep school girls’ varsity basketball against rivals Menlo-Atherton of Menlo Park, Calif, in a six-part basketball extravaganza, at the El Camino Real gym. I may go to that as well, lord willing the creek don’t rise and my girlfriend finds something equally her to do. (She did sit with me at a Gunn girls basketball game when we first started dating, and we went with the Rothsteins to the Seqouia football jamboree in September of this year, Gunn was in).
I want to ask John a hypothetical: you are a former Stanford quarterback, who coaches girls high school hoops, how would you respond if Stanford calls and asks you to come back to the farm to coach football, head coach I mean, is that something you can rise to the challenge of, in the way that going from football to basketball each winter may have entailed a few weeks or sessions of getting your basketball legs back, relative to your football mindset and body, or is this, twenty years past your playing days too much water under the bridge, too far removed to switch back to football after years of being in basketball?
I won’t be disappointed if he can answer succinctly in 100 words and then shows me the door; he’s got a game that day (or three, if not six), he’s got a business to run, he’s got his own family, it’s holiday season, et cetera. But something tells me, or isn’t it pretty to think so — F. Scott Fitzgerald — that if I know John Paye — and I hardly know John Paye, I admit — that he will respond thoughtfully and teach me what I don’t know about this topic and the assumptions therein.
Part of the backstory is that when I was a rising Freshman hopeful to play frosh-soph hoops at Gunn — and excuse the fluid back and form between the cage and the gridiron — I for reference was a receiver for the 8th grade A team flag football at Terman, and played three season of hoops at Gunn — plus I was a sportswriter before becoming a blogger — and John Paye was at the Menlo Junior High as a prospective 8th grader, this is summer of 1978, both of us attended Dick DiBiaso’s Stanford basketball camp. John was already, even a grade disadvantaged the best player in the camp whereas I was, well, not the worst. Even so, I asked John to play one-on-one with me, during everyone else’s lunch break, and he said “yes”. The score was 20-16 winners; any closer it might have gone to overtime or win by 2 buckets.
And: a few minutes alter, I am at Starbucks on Laurel in San Carlos, a mile or so from Paye’s Place — John Paye rang me a few minutes ago to confirm my interview request and reported he is in LA-LA for the night to watch his former charge, a center for USC ladies hoops, play against Loyola-Marymount which coincidentally features the daughter of one of his Menlo football teammates. The screen froze for a minute and I thought I had lost this whole, even hidden, session and jumped up to see which computer-mesmer or North Korean enemy of James Teddy Franco was secretly controlling me. Just a ghost, which reminds me that I am parked — and excuse the digression, especially if you are here because you are a fan of either Steve Almond or John Paye — in front of SamTrans building which has an odd piece of public art, of a man and a woman and their two kids and you cannot tell if they are historical, mythological or realistic and a plaque that says in 1974 Ken Kidwell the banker paid for this so maybe it is him and his kin. Which made me utter the line: are those cop-killer bullets in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?
The game with John Paye versus yours truly Mark Weiss, at lunch hour at Maples Pavillion during a summer camp when I was 14 and he 13, won by he 20-16 I meant to say was “losers” meaning essentially we took turns on offense. Winners would mean, he would continue with the ball until I stopped him. That, plus he may not have been trying that hard. I also remember at the very start of camp Mike Bratz a Stanford player and therefore star of the coaching staff telling me that my shots all rolled in after friendly bounces and that when we moved from the outside courts to Maples I mightn’t me so lucky. Good eye for talent, he. But my point about John Paye is that he was an approachable and likable guy, at that age but reportedly carrying on thru his playing and probably coaching days, and I salute that. It is probably not true the Leo Durocher saying that nice guys finish last. Sometimes nice guys finish first. I also met Steve Young a couple times in passing so to speak in recent years and he seems like a nice guy. I will stop here on the off chance that John Paye is reading this. I presume if he names his gym Paye’s Place he banks on the goodwill established by he, his sister his parents and probably his kids and it probably does not skew things that I am publishing in advance our mutual schedule for Friday. Normally people like some privacy. And as Andy Grove, who I’ve met, says: only the paranoid survive.
I am curious about John Paye’s take on character, beyond he box scores.
And on a related topic, I am wondering about the Riekes Center open house.
To tie the heads and tails here, John Paye is a counter-argument to Steve Almond’s book.
SNAKE ANTHONY IS NOT A SMALL JAPANESE WOMAN NOR IS OR WAS JODI BALL, S.E.I.U
(In the course of a 12-week campaign leading up to my name on the ballot as candidate, member, Palo Alto City Council, I am slightly more outgoing than usual Weissian self and tend to post to the cloud more freely, this being item #141 since July 14, on policy or a blend of policy and culture, than being lingua franca of Plastic Alto; Bruce Hampton is the narrator of the background track, from Medeski Martin Wood “Uninvisible” of 2002 — “snake anthony…” If I do end up producing a track or more of Jodi Ball her thoughts, voice, music timing and essence, I guess, if seated to council or maybe ARB Architectural Review Board I would at least report to Clerk or City Attorney Molly Stump that I have a client who is also working for We The People. A couple huge ifs there. For reference, City Manager — Jim Keene — runs the city and reports to Council who report to we the people, about 60,000 of us and about 20,000 registered voters. I think there are 1,000 employees, our budget is $150 M which might not include Utilites, here the instant matter, and a good number, like Ball, are union, S.E.I.U, who I tend to support; timing is everything, or as Paracelsus sort of said, there is poison or potion based on dose; if she has nothing else ready to say she can, oddly enough, read this:
I think there is a pun on “meter” somewhere, yet not funky. This is somewhere between punk, “stoner rant” Beat as of 1961 filtered thru Coen Brothers 2013 version of such, ode to Tom Parkinson and his assailant, real MMW and The Groove Grillers; maybe Hampton would lay down a track, sally
Snake Anthony was not a small Japanese woman, nor is or was Jodi, S.E.I.U, “caught working” a drummer and bass player of a punk vintage yet open-minded and broader, so to speak, and in flux, like a river, like the same river once, as Marshall McLuhan had said, and Myra Melford did affirm. Ball, on a roll, working the streets, and avenues, of Our Fair City; she has installed smart and smarter meters up and down our best coast. I tried to rouse Maya from her abode but it was still fairly early, even with the shift, not the red-shift the big one, doppler and all that, —big bang, beat— but spring forward fall back and all that. Vallejo. She said she used to live near Highland School, where Tracy Hartwell famously, or famous enough, put together two compilations, Say It Thru Song, Jodi Ball said she heard or heard of that. Good on Tracy! Anyhow, I was telling her about AFI at the Cub, 1996 — back in 19 and 96, as the man might say — it was AFI — a fire inside, asking for it — Groovie Ghoulies, Vintage 46 local kids with Mohawks from San Mateo and Fury 66 from Santa Cruz. We sold 404 tickets in a 300-cap room, which only works since you can stand about a 100 in the “throw”, but yeah it did get a little rough; a welder named Arbogast fixed all four or three chairs for like $75 total chargeback, he was holed up near the former Moffeit Drive-In, eventually he too sold out. Actually, since I am playing track #3 of MMW as I compose this, in three or four 2:35 loops, it is pretty wild to say that in one July weekend at Cubberley Community Center of Palo Alto, Earthwise Productions had back-to-back-to-back a three-peat if you will: AFI, MMW and Cake, about 1,000 people, probably fewer repeats than you might expect today. I saw AFI recently on late night, Davy Havock pushing 40 himself but still swinging it, in a tough gay guy glam kind of way. Works for me. Caught working the lady says. Cake meanwhile whatever they do or don’t 2:43 actually to be exact, me at 9:42 engine running in my White Cheddar (Chevrolet Cruz 4-dour, 4-cylinder Chevy —- and as I type Chevy he says “we live in a Ched” or shed probably at like 0:53. Day before election, or 34 hours before polls close, although I am predicting it will take until December 3 or later to fill that fifth seat. Maybe it will be me. I am here. Send me. But, after this 10 a.m.at good ol’ HMG or GHS or GSH or whatever, To Jaco (not Pasturias, speaking of bass players and other not Japanese or even Hapa players). It’s all about timing. Jodi Ball and I meeting in the driveway. Her delivery. I am saying spoken word, funny and deep, backed by bass drums and keys, I have a hunch that she can play them all themselves. I am sensing 8888 that and my day job maybe a new client. I am one of the few in Palo Alto, in 2010 there were exactly 50 of us, who stood up for the public sector unions here, Measure D — my device was “d is demeaning, and e is expensive” — I’d like to stay in touch, we swapped digitals but in an analog sense as well. Maya did not take the bait. They would about the same age, and have a lot in common. Jodi said that Jello said “buy my album” and I said I hope he was kidding. When Jello played the Cub we by honest mistake or rookie erros oversold the house considerably by not counting in one of the advance piles and had a line out the door but luckily since it was a spoken word show and not a band and no gear to take up stage space or freak people out, literally or figuratively, the stage crew guy at Cub said we could, like the orchestra, place 100 folding chairs on stage and we had to run this by Jello or Eric really he was sit in the round. So we set 375 not 300, win-win-win. Anyways, thank you Jodi Ball for your public service meter reader and your sense of timing hope to see you soon. it would be funny and cool if sense thing came of this. And out. (run the photo, link to the MMW track. get the name of the speaker. not Snake Anthony obviously. the working title was: 8888 w. Jodi w. SEIU. Everything in 4’s like Bernie Worrell at B.B. King my then-client John Ellis opened up for. I helped him load out. Heavy. Save for later the dog crap Bhagadav Gita riff.
No relation to Lucille.
Jodi Ball Or Deal?
edit to add: I should explain: I’ve started to say that I feel “8,888” apropos of 11/4/14. Not to be all Joe Namath or some thing. If it’s not eight thousand near nine thousand votes cast than votes plus the number of people I’ve met, and the seeds going forward of the movement and its assets.
This is meant to be read aloud. Or “LOUDY”. Or as Rabbi Janet Marder told me recently: you don’t have to finish your work, but you cannot stop working either. (which I took so literally Sunday morning I was on my haunches –dauber down — scraping dog crap off Town and Country sidewalk, in front of Peet’s as a guy from Redwood City who said he played with or agains Jim Plunket and Jim Chasey later pivoted and yelled at me: WHAT ARE YOU THE DOG SHIT POLICE?
I get it.
Go, Jodi.
so you play this as your read that and maybe if you are like me you imagine Jodi Ball both reading one of her monologues ala Beth Lisick and playing all three parts, the drums, the bass and the keys. Or she reads this, 1,254 words takes about 6 minutes as another plays:
the only other thing, short of links and editing, is the all caps JODI which almosts looks like J O D I versus normal Jodi which is like a reverse ee cummings thingings
If Tuesday does not solve our very real set of problems, I would look to the Measure D supporters –and by the way LWV was biased in listing H, K and B and thirty others to E, J and T only — there’s a long and disappointing list and “follow the money” to figure who is this non-elected (in most cases) and non-representative and most important non-responsive “deep government” or “establishment” that are benefiting by our losses, and who are, sorry to say, our enemies. Of Democracy. Of Palo Alto. The other 59, 700 of us who are not “The Three Hundred”.
I would say here, a scoop for you, missy Thorp: If this passes: RECALL LIZ.
Or as 10,000 gay activists yelled, nose to nose with 1,000 armed cops, “White Night” in SF — and I’m sorry you think this is “incoherent” and “irrelevant’ to your little myopic, ahistoric world, world in a rain drop rather: WE HAVE THE POWER TO, WE HAVE THE POWER TO (and this was a Gunn High cheer at football rallies, contemporaneous, 1970s kind of thing, except for the ending, and I got this from “Times of Harvey Milk”) FIGHT BACK.
Bottom line: this is a ploy to preserve the momentum of developers and or get Liz the Mayor seat.
Also, for what it is worth, Tim Gray and I wrote and Sea Reddy joined in signing a ballot statement for this, that was not part of the record, but exists on my blog. NO ON D.
OR:
“Nine is fine”.
(Victoria Thorp is this weird lady blogger who deletes everything that I write on her wordpress blog – she went to Tufts or something B-list like that — and is sort of a muse in a grain of salt turn to pearl type of way, for Plasty so I posted this and pasted it here)
If I am choosing sides here besides the E-heads, like Peter Drekmeier who won’t support me because I stand with Tom Jordan and Enid Pearson and Emily REntzl on “No On E — Expensive” from 2010, about Bixby park and the “anaerobic digester” the other suspects in “deep government’ and GJR061614 would be the Roger Smith and the “9>7” people. And I otherwise like Roger, too.
I don’t think Tuesday will solve everything. My game plan is set for next 60 and 600 days either way.
Read my blog
Isaiah: Here I am, send me. (Works for Guy Kasznik, #81 for Gunn, as well)
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and where do you get the gall to be so fucking condescending? I might be Mayor you know.
i almost greeted you at a meeting the other night, matching the photo above to lady in back of room, with messier longer hair than pic above.
clue: james franco is “teddy” to people who knew him (but not me, or only indirectly and second hand me) my post about “teddy and esther” is only incoherent if you don’t know the basic facts. more likely you are culturally illiterate by local standards than I am incoherent and irrelevant.
Plastic Alto with Mark Weiss 